“Oh god.” I think to myself. They are slowly getting closer. The wood of the giant fallen down tree, scratches the back of my neck. I look down at my bruised, scraped leg, and realise it’s over for me if I try to run away. I look up. The soft sound of birds are calming. I focus on the sound of the sweet sound of chirping for a minute, though are quickly brought back to the fact that my leg is in agonising pain.

I listen to the pattern of the leaves shredding. I’m trying to figure out how far away they are. I shut my eyes for a seconds, than prepare to run. I inhale the fresh, cold, morning air around me. I exhale deeply. I hunch down. Peek over the log, and spot them. I hide. “Ready, set…” I whisper to myself. “Go!” I say.

My little legs run as fast as they can. The scent of pine fills my nose. My hair blowing. Would I get out in time??

I hear a beep.

“I got him!!” a voice calls out. I hear faint high fives around the voices.

I look down. I’m the last person on my team. We’re out of laser tag.